The early preview of this month... It should be the best one written so far.
As you can see, because I (eat) out (drink) and get (play) a lot of material (music) last month, the progress of the update has lagged a bit.
So the content to be written this month has basically been previewed last month.
So... what should I say next...
In short, let's talk about some news that the people like to hear, that is-I plan to be full-time in September and October.
Of course, as the saying goes, plans can never keep up with changes. Whether full attendance can be achieved, even I don't know... This feeling of unpredictable updates must be very pleasant, hehehe...
The next thing I want to talk about is a more unpleasant topic, at least I am not very interested in this matter... that is the monthly ticket.
You all know me, and there's only so much I can say about this shit in a year.
However, recently, Pindao watched the stars at night, counted his fingers, and then reasoned based on the rules of previous years... I feel that at the end of this month, the starting point may have double monthly tickets.
This is a rare opportunity. I hope that this month, students who have a monthly pass can hold it for me a little bit, and hand it over to me when the double opens at the end of the month.
Once you're done with that mission, hey hey...that's no good either.
Did you get motivated all of a sudden
Alright, let me finally talk to you guys about my personal life...
Friends who follow my account on a certain public social platform should know that our couple is planning a wedding recently.
I don't know why, but many people seem to think that I am a person from a wealthy family, or even a rich second generation.
Here, I can tell you without joking that I am an out-and-out poor third generation. Perhaps my family could indeed be called a big family before liberation, but it was not after the proletariat became the master.
As far as I know, after liberation, my great-grandfather honorably joined the camp of the proletariat. All the property in the family was confiscated, and all the gold, silver and money were scattered; his second aunt was too deeply poisoned by the old social ideology, and she was afraid that she would be confiscated, so she hanged herself. For the next thirty years, the old man has been sweeping the alleys for the people, without a single salary, and even bought the broom and dustpan by himself, and has to submit a self-criticism from time to time. Maybe the government at that time wanted him to understand what it means to be "a scholar can be killed or humiliated".
So... Friends who think that my family is rich and not short of money, you are thinking too much. It's not that I write slower and ask for less votes, or that I don't have to worry about food and clothing.
Although I always self-righteously retain a so-called "literati" nobility and character, but many times, I still have to compromise with reality.
For example, right now, regardless of whether full attendance can be achieved, I have to write as much as possible for the wedding.
At some point, compromise is to take responsibility.
Men can never graduate from Secondary 2, but men need to make compromises for the cherished people around them.
I originally wanted to use the above unclear words as the end of this text, but after thinking about it, adding a "—Vegeta" here, maybe the effect would be better
Forget it, I'll go write the text. (..)
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